Thread: In the Ashen Grove

In a horizon of time
not so long ago
there was a Madam
who was barely one and five
combined.

She went away from home,
for Hers was gone. For one
failure She had done,
one test that She
could not take.

They,
for They was
their only name,
threw all Her things away.

Her play things,
Her friends,
Her name,
and Her aspen leaves and
tree seeds, that could have matured
and provided Her life.

All that She had left
was the Ash Grove,
far off and small in an island
disconnected from the treachery
of the Life. Her world.

There She would weep,
and twirl and twirl in the shadows
of the deaden trees. She would
forget all the unfair lives that people
fell unto Her.

Finally, She would hug them.
The trees. For they reflected,
in a diaphanous reflection,
of Her carcass life

and they would and
will both weep,
and the rain shall fall
and has fallen.
No one shall then remember Her,
but only the Ash Grove.

For all this happened...
In a horizon of time
that was not so long ago
and there was a Madam
who was barely one and five
combined

in that Ashen Grove far off
and disconnected to all...
saved and cherished only
for Her...

This is a very poignant and melancholy poem...the last stanza--haunting....I am looking forward to reading more. Peace...Jul

Thanks for the reply. I'm thinking on doing some self-editing on this. It hasn't gotten much recognition, but that gives it more of my respect on fixing it. After all, what's not known does not make it dreadful; you just need to give it more time.